One autumn day, when a cool breeze was blowing, Eugene went out for a walk.
He has no strength in his hands
I left home feeling helpless.
Because a few days ago, my beloved grandmother passed away.
His grandmother was the one who taught him a lot.
The person who always embraced him with affectionate eyes and words,
Now it has become a longing that I can no longer meet.
Eugene tried not to feel the empty space left by his grandmother,
Everything felt unfamiliar.
The sound of the wind, the way the trees sway,
And even the sound of his own footsteps felt quiet and lonely.
At that moment, a white butterfly flew up before my eyes.
The white butterfly gently rides the wind
It was flapping its wings in front of him.
Eugene stopped for a moment and looked at the butterfly.
Strangely enough, I could smell my grandmother's scent on that butterfly.
Eugene tried to reach out and touch the butterfly,
The butterfly moved away from his fingertips and then circled back to him.
When I was little, my grandmother often told me stories.
"Eugene, they say that white butterflies contain the souls of dead people. When someone passes away, their souls come back as butterflies.
So, don't be too sad when you see a butterfly.
Because it could be someone who has come back to us."
At the time, I just thought it was an old story.
But now, as if to prove all those words, the white butterfly
It was hovering around Eugene.
Eugene decided to quietly follow the butterfly.
The butterfly slowly led Eugene deep into the forest.
The sunlight filtering through the trees shines golden,
The butterfly seemed to fly along the light.
Eugene's mind gradually became calmer as he followed her.
It occurred to me that perhaps this butterfly was a real grandmother.
As we reached a small clearing in the forest, the butterfly landed gently.
There was a small bench there.
It was the bench where I often sat with my grandmother.
Eugene sat there and looked at the butterfly.
The butterfly slowly folds its wings,
He stayed quietly as if taking a peaceful rest.
Eugene sat on the bench and closed his eyes.
It felt like I could feel my grandmother's warm hands.
The hand was silently comforting him.
At that moment, tears welled up in Eugene's eyes.
They were sad but warm tears, painful but comforting.
He spoke in a whisper.
"Grandma, I miss you."
As if hearing those words, the butterfly flew back up into the sky.
Eugene stared at the butterfly's back for a long time.
The butterfly slowly moved away and disappeared into the sunlight.
But Eugene's heart no longer felt empty.
The white butterfly never leaves,
He was living in his memories.
And the butterfly was talking to him.
Even though my body is gone, my heart is always with you.